“Awesome.” The sarcasm in her voice is not hard to miss.
“We can sort out your clothing situation tomorrow.”
“Anything you say.” She strolls past me, towards the door with the shirt draped over her arm.
“Anything?” I lick my lips, watching her body as she walks away, not moving an inch.
She freezes, her back to me, so I miss her expression from my not-so-subtle question, but then slowly turns to face me, leaning seductively on the door frame. Her mouth curls into a sexy smile and looks hot as hell in her dirty white dress with my suit jacket draped around her shoulder. My dick doesn’t just stir, it shoots back up to life.
“My room?” She waves her hand around. “Should I just wander around until I find it?”
“Yeah, you’ll wonder right out the front door.”
She throws her head back and laughs. The sound is like music to my ears; my heart skips a beat as I smile watching her. But she also hasn’t corrected me. She’s planning to run, whenever I give her a chance. There won’t be. I’ll make sure of it, but I feel like I owe her one last reminder.
Stalking towards her, my eyes never leave hers. My face set in stone, a swift change from moments ago. “Just a reminder. I don’t give second—”
“Chances. Blah blah blah.” She salutes, “Yes sir.”
I force my smile to stay hidden and keep my gaze from wavering as I stare down at her. “I wouldn’t try to run.”
“Me? Never.” Her smile is breath-taking, but I don’t trust it for a second.
It’s only a matter of time before she’s in my bed, where she belongs. But for now, I nod for her to turn, and we walk together to her room.
She looks down the halls, and peers around corners. Her head bounces around, clearly casing the joint for an escape route. “This place is a palace, how do you not get lost?”
I shrug, “It’s our family home.”
Her head turns to me, eyes wide. “Wait, who else lives here?”
“Just me.”
“You live in this enormous house all by yourself?”
“No. With my wife.”
She looks at me even more confused and her frown deepens. Then her mouth drops open.
“Oh, you mean me?” She shakes her head as the penny drops. “Right.”
I can’t help but laugh, “You think I have another wife running around here?”
“Hey, who knows. You could fly around the country plucking sweet and innocent women out of their lives, locking them up here in one of your seven thousand rooms. Like a whole sister wives set up.”
“I think you’re going to keep me on my toes plenty. Don’t need to duplicate the problem.”
She giggles, and a devilish grin sweeps across her face. “Oh honey, your problems have only just begun.”
I turn to her, stopping in front of the door to her room.
“I like it when you call me, honey.” I ignore her threat and concentrate on the sweet.
She stills, and her eyes widen in shock. Her lost for words is a sight to see, but it’s nothing compared to the nibbling of her bottom lip. My eyes stay fixed on the action, mesmerised by the slight tremble of her mouth.
She notices, then stops. But only for her tongue to slide across her lips, wetting them, making me burn with desire. She knows that was a mistake because I think I might have growled. It’s been a long fucking day; my control is slipping and all because of this enigma of a woman.
I swing open her door and step back. “See you in the morning.”